Saturday, May 12, 2018

i'm coming home

the war is over.
i'm coming home. my sea bag
on my shoulder.
i'm limping,
my arms are tired.
my back sore.
it was a long war.
a long
battle full of sleepless
nights.
I can still hear the bullets
in the air,
the blast of bombs nearby.
the dead and dying
fresh in my mind.
but the war is over
i'm coming home.
be there for me
won't you, when I arrive.

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